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Post by Valerie on Apr 15, 2008 12:03:26 GMT -5
"Then you therefore acknowledge that your depraved lifestyle has left you unfulfilled and empty, as it were?"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 15, 2008 12:08:01 GMT -5
"Not at all," *he sighed.* "I was interpreting you; my point is that you fail to see that I might have chosen to be 'alone' during the day--figuratively--in order to facilitate my intent of being continually entertained at night."
*But he was watching her with a strange expression on his face.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 15, 2008 12:12:53 GMT -5
"When do you sleep?" *she asked, ever-dryly-practical.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 15, 2008 12:47:45 GMT -5
"Figuratively. Look it up."
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Post by Valerie on Apr 15, 2008 16:16:26 GMT -5
"In discussing some of the more crude elements of acts of passion, I find there's no place for hyperbole or metaphor. Fanciful ideas and lofty language only mar the truth and twist one's expectations to make for inevitable disappointment."
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Post by Valmont on Apr 15, 2008 16:34:42 GMT -5
"But I wasn't talking about the cruder elements. You'd know if I was. If your expectations and your experience are so far out of tune, I would warrant it's your experience that's at fault. You want to paint me as some kind of animal, a bull perhaps, intent on one thing only and woe to any in my path. But you miss the point, and your opinions carry the baggage of your clear disregard for sexual congress. The judgment you pass on my interest is by no means unbiased. You have chosen to see it as something foul. That's hardly empirically evident. And you don't strike me as the reflexively dogmatic type."
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Post by Valerie on Apr 15, 2008 16:47:43 GMT -5
"Women and men struck down by disease which spreads like wildfire through promiscuity such as yours...more children than there is decent food or sufficient education to provide for...monsieur, I see the ills of a carelessly sexual society upon the street each day--why should I excuse--nay, glorify--the act which condemns so many to misery?"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 15, 2008 17:26:30 GMT -5
"I'm not dead," *Valmont said casually.* "There are precautions, you know; is it my fault if some aren't intelligent enough to take them? Do you weep for every tree that goes into your precious library?"
*He knew that was a stupid argument. There would always be trees, after all.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 15, 2008 17:35:49 GMT -5
"Trees are different. Man is the only creature able to reason and reflect upon himself and whether or not he is happy. Trees are unaware of their misery. The precautions you speak of are a luxury for the idle, educated rich. What of the ignorant? The poor? Why should they suffer?"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 15, 2008 17:57:57 GMT -5
*Valmont sighed.*
"I am the idle rich, as you never tire from pointing out. What would you have me do, miss? Give away my riches so the mud-stained masses can have their fun for a day? Give me credit for some standards in my partners, by the by."
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Post by Valerie on Apr 16, 2008 7:52:36 GMT -5
"You have no standards," *she scoffed.* "Why else would you be interested in someone like me?"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 16, 2008 13:12:06 GMT -5
"I'm not--" *he began automatically, then stopped.* "Because you're up to them," *he said simply.* "It's not a matter of money; not entirely. Do you think I enjoy bedding the vapid products of inbred aristocracy?"
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Post by Valerie on Apr 16, 2008 13:43:13 GMT -5
"Hence the appeal of the rustic, simple, bookish little girl in a brown dress with deliciously working-class roots? A diamond in the rough to be polished...to be given an air of distinction amongst her peers by letting herself be a willing toy of the legendary Vicomte de Valmont?"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 16, 2008 13:54:52 GMT -5
"That's not what I want," *he said, too quickly.* "Besides... you have peers?"
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Post by Valerie on Apr 16, 2008 13:57:35 GMT -5
"Don't we all?"
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